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sayoneee · 8 months

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☆ LOOKS THAT KILL!

even after your rise to fame, sirius is still as determined to annoy you as ever (1.4k)

contains: rockstar! sirius black x fem! reader. references to motley crue. swearing. theyre americans sry. fake dating au

kashaf’s note: this is a very indulgent atrocity. pls dont flop

“THE TWO OF YOU are quite the rivals,” the tv show host begins, smiling wide—his teeth are almost as blinding as the studio lights glaring at you from behind him, casting a shine on his bald head. your eyes focus on the spot as he continues, almost leering at you, in his regular, oily fashion as his mustache—almost as if it gained a life of its own—seemingly wiggles at you. caught up in the distractions of it all, you almost miss the end of his question entirely, “how did this fearsome rivalry turn into the sudden whirlwind romance we’ve all been hearing about?”

the host plasters on a well-practiced smile, too plastic to be anywhere near genuine, and you’re reminded of why you cannot stand the industry and all the interviews that came with it. the longer you sit here, the more you regret saying yes to your manager’s sudden whim to turn yours and sirius’ mutual hatred into a cloyingly sweet love story in an effort to sell concert tickets for your upcoming (separate) tours.

realizing that sirius was not about to grace the tv show host with an answer, you take the lead—your manager never said you couldn’t have any fun with this, so, eyes twinkling, you set out to ruin every shred of sirius’ infamous bad-boy persona. you leaned forward, adopting a conspiratorial whisper as if letting the host and the audience on a well-kept secret as if you weren’t a rockstar and there weren’t cameras picking up on your every movement, “well, i’ll have to admit, it took a lot for sirius to actually win me over. but i mean how many times can you say a man serenaded you, standing outside the window of your apartment in the dead of night with ‘my girl’ by the temptations?”

you leaned back on the couch, a self-satisfied grin on your face as the audience cooed their adoration, and the host’s expression morphed from one of shock (even this old geezer knew of sirius black’s reputation for stringing along a long list of broken hearts) into a more neutral one.

you glanced at sirius, noticing him opening his mouth to reply, but you couldn’t have him ruin your fun, so you continued, “it was so sweet—i couldn’t even laugh at him, poor guy, we all know why he’s a drummer and not the singer.”

the audience burst into laughter, swept up and pulled in by your playful words and almost easy-going affection.

sparing a glance at sirius, whose usual swagger and fuck-all demeanor seemed to be missing, you watched as he blinked twice, before settling back into his persona. the viewers at home and the current audience would later declare this to be an endearing reaction to your loud show of love; even your respective bandmates would believe the act. only your manager, having conducted the arrangement herself, would be privy to the truth.

you basked in your victory: sirius: zero, you: one; as short-lived as it was as sirius leveled a roguish grin at the cameras, and the audience, stretching enough for his band tee to ride up and a small silver of skin to be noticeable, before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, and shuffling you uncomfortably closer.

“what can i say—only the best for my girl,” he shrugged, grinning so large, he was almost baring his teeth.

the audience tittered, their amusement palpable, as the interviewer excitedly leaned forward, almost as if he was forgetting he was delving into the details of a relationship between two nineteen-year-old rock stars, “would you say that you’re head over heels?”

“oh, totally,” sirius confirmed with a smirk, nothing short of self-assured, as he squeezed your shoulder, “i actually wrote a song of ours about her.”

it takes all of your self-control to not grind your teeth right now and to reach over and slap him—his shameless promotion was going to jeopardize this stupid fake relationship and ruin both of your careers. you manage to keep your fake smile plastered on and your hands controlled. the silver lining in this entire ordeal was that this was a lesson learned for you because next time you weren’t going to mess around with any other rockstars—oh no, you’re swearing off rockstars, entirely.

the tv show host leans forward, almost on the edge of his seat, making you shift imperceptibly closer to sirius, “now, come on, young man, don’t keep us hanging.”

sirius smirks again, his gaze lingering on you so briefly, you feel like you imagined it, “i wrote ‘looks that kill’ off our latest album about her.”

the host, far too caught up in unraveling the details of your whirlwind romance for any respectable aging old man, rushed to provide context, “for our listeners who are not yet familiar with the marauders’ latest album, it’s called ‘shout at the devil’.”

“listen, i know all you critics are gonna be like ‘oh that’s such a superficial song’ and all that bullshit,” here, the audience titters at the profanity, but sirius only looks faintly apologetic, running a hand through his messy hair, “but what i was thinking when i wrote was about the first time i met her and how i just kept thinking she was the prettiest girl i’d ever seen, even when she was yelling at me.”

he’s earnest—his expression almost looks raw, like he’s personally telling you all this—and the rare show of vulnerability from a rockstar as infamous is alluring. sirius even referenced the moment the two of you solidified your mutual hatred across the world of rock n roll—getting papped in the midst of a heated argument. his charisma is on an entirely different level that even you, like the audience, get swept up in his little show for just a minute, before you’re able to snap out of it.

the audience coos over the two of you, yet again, and you reach up to play with his hand hanging off the edge of your shoulder, not wanting to be outdone. you make a mental note to remind sirius that he definitely had potential as an actor if he ever decided to make an industry switch, even though you supposed he was laying it on a bit thick, trying to ignore the sudden burning in your cheeks and the warmth you felt in your chest.

the host’s voice faded into the background as the applause of the audience washed over you, and you exchanged a knowing glance with sirius. as you stepped off the stage, the rush of adrenaline that had carried you through the interview began to wane, and you found yourself standing in the parking lot, the world around you returning to its regular pace.

there he was, leaning against his suzuki, effortlessly cool, the helmet hanging nonchalantly from the handle. a smirk tugged at his lips, almost as if he knew you were both playing a dangerous game. he was an invitation for danger, and after dealing with him and his antics, you knew better than to get involved.

however, even though you knew better, you couldn’t help yourself. you never could, around him—like a moth drawn to a flame, you were always drawn to the temptation that was him. you approached him, feeling nowhere like the undaunted rockstar you were recognized as.

you stared up at him as the sun glared down at both of you, casting a glint off his silver nose ring. the silence was almost as suffocating as the heat.

“y’know,” you started, the desperation evident, and you wondered if he noticed, “you could make a really good actor if you wanted.”

“huh?” sirius blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your unexpected remark. his confusion quickly gave way to a familiar grin, the twinkle in his eyes betraying the mischief hidden beneath the surface. “yeah, i definitely put on the performance of a lifetime.”

you rolled your eyes at his reply, well aware of his knack for charming his way out of any situation. “where’d you get the brilliant idea to self-promote your album using the bullshit about writing about me? now lily’s going to be after me to do the same to promote ours.”

sirius let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that was strangely endearing. the confident facade he usually wore seemed to fade, revealing an almost nervousness alien to him, “i guess i really am just a genius.”

you couldn't help but scoff at his self-assuredness, recognizing the teasing tone in his voice. he stared off into the distance, lost in thought. then, as if jolted back to reality, he turned his attention back to you, his grey eyes piercing and direct.

“do you wanna get out of here?”

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saintbehemoth · 9 months

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On the topic of Vhagar and Caraxes 💚❤️(see my answered ask from @korovievs)…let’s talk Daemond…

Need to know your thoughts on them. Personally, they give me hives (in a good way?)

^ veryyy much this LMAO. and very specifically just the chorus from ethel cain's two children in a motel.

on a more serious note. the second sonism of it all..... i think daemon occupies this idol space in aemond's mind, like this powerful fighter who wields dark sister, this monstrous sceptre who exists on the edges of aemond's world. he surely wouldve grown up with tales of daemon in the stepstones etc, then experiences his fathers rage at daemon and rhaenyra marrying. i think aemond would v much relate to having an older brother who hates him, and who the court percieves as violent and occasionally terrible. of course, unlike daemon, aemond doesnt actually do anything except stalk around (until luke). like hes daemon if daemon was a flop. what alsoooo gets me is how they both try to make themselves copies of visenya - daemon has the sword but aemond has the dragon; daemon has the fighting ability and aemond has.... the hair? (aemond styling himself after daemon...) as i said flop and imo hes painfully aware of how he doesnt measure up, hence his obsession with daemon during the war. destroying your god to become him etc etc

also IM obsessed with the fact that despite daemond's apparent longing for the throne neither of them actually depose of their brothers...... the way they both are misunderstood by the general westeros population oooouughh. something about loyalty. i think aemond would try to make this point to daemon, that they both support their brothers' claims, but daemon would never be able to move past 'but you have rhaenyra. she is your eldest sister. your loyalty should be to her'. even when viserys is dead daemon defaults to rhaenyra (and jace, which ..... ), but when aemond and criston search for aegon he's all like 'i intend to be found' as though aegon's son doesnt exist lmaoooo

like i do think that theyre mirrors of each other and that they would recognise that..... (this being in some au where they fuck). aemond would be like 'this is what i want to be... wild and free' but not really capable of recognising the deep sadness daemon has to him? (imo daemon's always got this... something, he doesnt actually like revel in his position, yk? hes violent, but not like psychopathic gleeful about it, i guess). on the other hand daemon would look at aemond and be like oh my god boy you are pathetic. full of arrogant bluster. i think daemon would still fuck him but there wouldnt be the obsessiveness on his side that aemond would have. like half of the pleasure would be from aemond being viserys son. the other half would be from him liking aemond being a psychotic little baby freak. depends on the dynamics i think there are several good ways. actually rethinking about it the ONE thing about aemond that would actually send daemon crazy (in a bad way) is vhagar. i think he'd be so obsessive about finding out WHAT it is about this boy that's similar to his laena and his father.....

anyway as a ship i dont ever think theyd be 'in love' (see lyrics) but like. theyre the same. except theyre not. except they are, but theyre not 😵‍💫 like i very easily see daemon being aemond's whole world while to daemon his nephew is a like a little pet to amuse him when rhaenyra is upset with him. hmhmmng toxicity <3

even in like a modern/well-adjusted au i think aemond would be like uncle daemon pls like me pls pls pls and daemon is jsut a bit like. and which one are you

lots of thoughts..... i have more im pretty sure but thats all i can think of for now!!!

thank you for asking i hope this was at least a little bit interesting! would lvoe to talk about them more. kisses kisses

#asks #🗣 mutuals!!#daemond #aemond #daemon

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fever-dream-central · 1 year

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Dally winston and those brown eyes

disclaimer i have never written before ignore all punctuation mistakes pls

there will be a part 2 so check my account

I had always been apart of the gang and was like a younger sister to all of them, well ponyboy did have a crush on me but i dont see him that way. Dally on the other hand was my unrequited crush, it was those brown eyes of his. ive always been close to them but since i got into a fight with them about how im not there younger sister and they cant tell me how to live my life which especially pissed off darry who told me that if i wasnt going to respect him then to not come back, since then ive avoided them like the plague, two bit and steve have tried to talk to me but i think i just need some space from all of them. which is how i got into this situation usually the socs wouldnt mess with me all that much because i was all ways surrounded by intimidating looking guys but now that i was alone i was free game. I could hold my own in a fight and i carried a blade but against 3 socs i didnt stand a chance. I was on the monkey bars at the park when they pulled up in a blue mustang whistling and hollering “HEY this is greaser territory” i said loudly while hopping off the bars. they just looked at me while i clutched my blade and contemplated running “so, what are you gonna do about it? Nothing because your just a little grease girl all by her lonesome” they all laughed and hopped out of the car and made a grab at me. I backed up and started to run when one of them grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back. I turned around so fast and whipped the blade infront of me “back off white trash” i said they just laughed “get her” one grabbed me from behind so i swung my head up and knocked him hard in the teeth and twisted out of his grasp the second one retaliated and punched me hard in the jaw i fell back hard on the ground. Before i could pull my self up they were on me, one hovered over me “DALLY” i tried to scream but his hand covered my mouth so i bit down on his grimy hand i tasted blood. He screamed and slapped me so hard i saw stars he jumked up and all of them started kicking me i couldent even scream i was in do much pain. They stopped kicking and holled me up and one grabbed my cheeks a harshly “this greaser is looking kindy greasy why dont we give her a bath boys” then they started pulling me towards the fountain “ DARRY, TWO BIT ANYONE!! They shoved my head under the water laughing i kicked and screamed slapping at there arms, i must have hit one hard because they hit my head on the edge of fountain, blood clouded the water. I went limp in pain and i think they panicked thinking they killed me so they let go and piled into the car and drove off fast. I spluttered harshly blood streaming into my eyes. Flopping onto the ground jarring my bruised ribs, my head hurt so bad. I was groaning in pain. I would have probably stayed there all night but it was cold and i didnt want to die so i slowly crawled into a sitting position spitting blood and crying. I grabbed the wet edge of the fountain and tryed to get up, i doubled over in pain. I slowly stood up straight and started hobbling my way to the curtis house. I couldn't go home or i would get beaten worse. I was standing outside the house breathing hard, i was still bleeding from my head but it had slowed, i braced my self for a lecture and walked up the steps. I pushed open the screen door seeing the whole gang chilling in the living room, all of them looked at me, eyes widened before they rushed to me two bit saying “what the hell happened to you! Socs was all i responded with pony boy looked at me scared well darry and dally were barrating me with “WHY WERE U WALKING ALONE, WHO WAS IT. Dally grabbed my shoulder gently while darry still going off looked at me with eyes filled with a mix of worry and anger not aimed at me though. Steve went and got the first aid kit, dally took it without question and told everyone to back off he wiped the blood around my face looking intently at the wound “head wound always look worse then they are” i said trying to make them all feel better. I got cleaned up and put on a shirt i had left here And fell asleep on the couch.

#dally winston #dally winston x reader #the outsiders #two bit mathews #steve randle #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade

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hatterstan-shameblog · 2 years

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aye :> i would want to request something as well. you know @aceofspadegrass's post? the one with aib au where the characters switch personalities? Can you make a short fic where chishiya and hatter switch bodies for a whole day? pls?

@thee-yunatic-pixie

A short fic?

You drop a golden concept like that on my head and you want a short fic?

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Give Me Back My Body, You Bitch: The Awakening

Rating: ‼️18+‼️

Warnings: allusions to sexual situatios, vague descriptions of nudity, alcohol and drug mentions, light violence, explicit language

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Sunlight slices in through the crack in the drapes, the sliver of inconvenience shining directly into Hatter's bleary eyes as he blinks away the last vestiges of slumber.

With a disgruntled groan, the man flops to lie on his other side and shield his face from the unrelenting morning; he's got a terrible headache. A dull pounding right between his eyes, like someone's bouncing a tennis ball against the inside of his skull.

It's probably just a hangover. Last night is a technicolor smudge in his memory, the specifics of which are not coming easily to mind. He remembers having a glass of red wine with a select few of his closest acquaintances, offering a few sips to the lovely lady perched atop his lap—oh, she had been quite the little treat, giggling and squirming every time his hands dared to stray just past the bounds of propriety...

He reaches out to feel for her soft, warm body in the bed next to him, but is disappointed to find nothing except cool, unoccupied sheets.

How disappointing.

He's also rather disturbed when he realizes that the bed feels different. Smaller, and the pillowcases have a much lesser threadcount than he's used to.

Something's not right.

Hatter's eyes fly open.

This is a standard room—the second bed a few feet from the one he occupies is testament to that—as is the decidedly lackluster decor and lack of assorted beverages he usually keeps on the bedside table.

It also explains the woman leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, looking down at him with a sly, albeit condescending, smile.

"Ah," she says, "you're finally awake."

She moves the staw between her lips from one side of her mouth to the other before flopping backwards onto the other bed.

She looks familiar—oh, that's Chisiya's friend. His sexy, long-legged friend. The tall one. The one with the oral fixation. The one who could bring a man to his knees with a flick of her sultry gaze.

Oh yes.

"Well, hello there," he purrs, making sure to flash her his most seductive smirk, "Fancy running into you here."

The woman on the next bed snorts

"Fuck off," she scoffs, "Now's not the time to be weird. Hatter called a meeting at noon, you're gonna be late if you keep lazing around in bed all day."

Hm. That's odd. Hatter furrows his brow—being blackout drunk is nothing new, but being blackout drunk and calling a meeting is not the norm. Not only that, but it seems that his advances are being rejected by the enticing lady across the room, her focus entirely on filing her fingernails instead of ogling his devilish good looks.

"Dont worry," he says, letting the sheet slip down slightly to offer her a view of his collarbone—women love a well-defined collarbone, "The meeting doesn't start until I get there."

The woman shrugs.

"Suit yourself. But I ran into Hatter this morning and he was pretty insistent you be there," She pauses to blow the dust away from her cuticles, "He seemed kinda...off. Can't really explain it, but I don't think today's the day to piss the guy off. The only thing worse than a crazy man with a gun is a crazy man with a gun and a reason to shoot somebody."

That's when everything starts to fall into place. The room, the sheets, the woman who inexplicably has no interest in flirting. Hatter brings a shaky hand up to his head and grabs a fistful of dry, chemical-fried hair.

No, no, no, he thinks to himself, grabbing the covers and pulling them up over his head as if to hide from his awful new reality. This is a nightmare. Or a bad acid trip. Or a nightmare after a bad acid trip....

And it is here, beneath the sheets of an unfamiliar bed, where he discovers two terrible truths.

One: he is, indeed, in Chisiya's body.

Two: Chisiya sleeps naked.

Hatter can't help but yelp, quickly surfacing from the depths of his blanket-y fortress and smushing the bunched-up fabric close to his body lest he get another eyeful of Chisiya's unclothed form.

"Why are you acting so weird?" the woman asks pointedly.

"Uh. Um. I'm—"

"And your voice sounds different," she observes, although it sounds more like an accusation, "You sick or something?"

"Yes! I mean, uh," Hatter clears his throat—Chisiya's throat?—and begins scanning the room for something to wear, "There's a...a flu going around! Super gross. Highly infective."

"Infectious?"

"Uh-huh. That. Anyways," He spies a pair of white basketball shorts lying in the floor and snatches them up in his noticeably smaller fist, "We're gonna try to figure out how to stop it from spreading."

"Well, if Hatter's got it, we're all doomed. With the way that guy gets around..."

"Hey!" Hatter snaps, "I—he is a passionate man!"

He slips on the shorts hastily. The woman is giving him an impressive side-eye.

Oh. Right. He's supposed to be Chisiya.

"Passionate," he adds carefully, "about, uh...being a total dick. That guy's got more issues than Vogue."

"...Yeah. Anyways," the woman says, "You gotta steal me more of his edibles. You know, the little purple ones. Dude's a train wreck, but he's got excellent taste in weed."

Is Chisiya the one who's been stealing all of his drugs? Hatter feels a tsunami of rage rise in his blood, but he has to tamp it down.

Later. He'll kick that skinny little sneak's ass later.

"He does have good taste in weed. And alcohol." Hatter snips, "but, apparently, he's absolute shit when it comes to picking Executive members..."

Chisiya's signature white hoodie is draped over the chair in the corner, and Hatter reluctantly rouses his new body up from the mattress to fetch it. He feels short. His feet are slightly smaller, too, he notices as he slides into Chisiya's flip-flops. Smaller, but well-moisturized. In fact, his whole body feels well-moisturized. What an oddly uncomfortable thing to be aware of in another person.

"Don't wait up, darling," he says as he quickly shuffles towards door—every second spent in this body is a second of his life being something other than his extraordinarily charming and uncommonly beautiful self, which is simply tragic.

Chisiya's friend scoffs from her bed.

"Okay, sweetheart," she sneers. "Try not to let the door hit you on the way out."

But, unfortunately, the door does hit him on the way out, and he nearly smashes Chisiya's nose into the opposing wall from the force of his stumble. Piloting a new body is difficult. Especially a stupid, ugly, pathetic body like this one.

The journey to his suite is thankfully uneventful, although longer than usual because he's doing his best to imitate Chisiya's snarky slouch and unhurried pace; he tries his best to do that weird little smile Chisiya does, like an evil baby who likes to scream at 3 AM for no reason other than to exhaust its parents.

Chisiya was probably an evil baby, Hatter thinks to himself as he's let into his own room, Manipulative and mean. And not even cute like all the other evil babies out there.

It's difficult to keep up the Chisiya façade when being in his own environment, and the second the door clicks shut behind him, Hatter is storming into room with a firey rage that could burn the entire Beach to the ground.

"Give me back my body, you bitch!"

One of the many perks of occupying the nicest suite in the place is the acoustics—those opulent high ceilings really know how to handle a good scream. Hatter's shout echoes throughout the room at a window-rattling volume that the people in normal, murder-game-free Tokyo could probably hear.

It's cathartic.

...Until he rounds the corner and sees something that causes his stomach to seize up in regret.

Himself—inhabited by Chisiya, ew—lounging in one of the leather arm chairs situated around the low center table, an amused smirk on his lips and a half-finished plastic cup of what can only be his usual venti mocha cold brew with added espresso shot and caramel drizzle on top.

But the real problem is the fact that Aguni is sitting opposite him, looking positive gobsmacked at Chisiya's presence during their little meeting.

Their secret pre-meeting meeting.

The secret pre-meeting meeting that nobody is supposed to know about.

"The hell is he doing here," Aguni shouts, and—ooh, that's his angry face. A face Hatter has come to know very well over the years, with a hard-lined mouth and furrowed brow.

"I—" Hatter says cautiously. He has to think quick; what would that smarmy jerk Chisiya say right now?

"I...could be asking the same for you," Hatter muses, attempting his best impression of the other man's airy snobbery, "I thought you two hated each other?"

Aguni tenses up. If there's one thing that man hates (aside from broccoli and waiting in line to renew his license), it's having any aspect of his personal life on display.

Aguni's frown deepens as he looks between the two men. He knows something's gone wrong, but the confusion in his eyes leads Hatter to believe that he hasn't quite figured it out yet. It's probably best he doesn't know, for now at least.

"We're done here," Aguni grumbles, rising from the armchair he had been occupying. He makes a swift exit, almost clipping Chisiya's shoulder as he storms out of the room.

"It's funny," Chisiya says, tucking an absent strand of Hatter's hair behind his ear in a totally uncool way Hatter would never do, "Mori is a surprisingly sweet man when he's not on a murderous rampage. He even stopped for coffee on his way here; what a lovely surprise it was to see he knew exactly what to order for you..."

Hatter makes Chisiya's body stomp over to where his body is sitting and snatches the cup from his hand. He takes a defiant sip and immediately recoils.

"Fucking disgusting," Hatter hisses. He all but throws the cup back onto the table. "The hell did you—?"

"You seem to have forgotten," Chisiya says, "You're in my body now. And my body doesn't consume disgusting amounts of sugar every day. I tried to drink a glass of water earlier and almost had to spit it out because you are apparently so adverse to hydration."

"Fine," Hatter snips. He swings Chisiya's hand down to swipe up a bottle of vodka from the end table, "I don't need coffee. I have this."

He gives the bottle a shake and starts to unscrew the cap.

"I would prefer if you didn't," Chisiya says. "I don't tolerate hard liquor very well."

"Sounds like a 'you' problem. I'm sure I'll be just fine."

Chisiya nods Hatter's head solemnly.

"Very well. I didn't want it to come to this, but you leave me no choice."

In a flash, Chisiya forces Hatter's hand to the table and snatches up something shiny. By the time Hatter realizes that it's his favorite pair of sewing scissors, Chisiya already has the blades parted over a section of Hatter's hair.

"Motherfucker," Hatter growls. Not only is he threatening to destroy his perfectly-maintained image, but everyone knows that using fabric shears on anything but fabric will ruin the blades!

"I'll do it," Chisiya warns. The scissors close a centimeter. "The second that bottle touches my lips, I'll start cutting. And I promise not to stop until you beg."

They still for a moment, each man holding the other's body hostage in a truly mind-bending stalemate. Hatter's hair and millions of Chisiya's brain cells hang in the balance. One wrong move could prove deadly.

Hatter is the first to give—a show of good faith, because he's a much better person than Chisiya could every hope to be. He places the bottle back on the table and strides to his preferred seat on the sofa and drapes Chisiya's body over it dramatically. Hatter may not be allowed to destroy the man's liver, but he didn't say anything about his spine.

"You're a hell of a negotiator," Hatter says, and Chisiya releases Hatter's hair from his grip and drops the scissors where he originally got them. "And, I must say, you've never looked better."

"I would expect nothing less from you," He responds, sipping on the sugary drink absently, "You have a lovely room, by the way. The flowers, the drapes. The ensuite is particularly well-stocked. I had the hardest time choosing which bath bomb I wanted to use this morning."

"I saw you naked, too. I think. If you had been anything remarkable, I would've remembered it," Hatter replies. He selects a grape from the overflowing fruit bowl on the table and snaps it between Chisiya's incisors. "I imagine you had quite the shock, though. Not used to handling a body like mine—"

"Not to worry; I've bathed plenty of elderly patients as part of my clinical rotation."

With a quick jab, Hatter makes Chisiya's arm punch him in the eye.

"I've also bathed stupid ones," Chisiya remarks, "just in case you were wondering."

Hatter hisses in pain but shoots a devious smile to the man across from him.

"It's gonna hurt ten times worse tomorrow morning," he says with a dark chuckle, "I plan on being back in my own body by then, so...enjoy."

Chisiya hums.

"While I appreciate your optimism," he says, "I haven't figured out how we get switched back yet. So, until one of us finds a way to undo this...predicament, I propose we set some boundaries."

Hatter pops a strawberry into Chisiya's mouth. Oh, that tastes amazing—even better than usual! Strawberries must be Chisiya's body's favorite.

"Fine," Hatter snips. He takes a chunk of pineapple next, which isn't as nearly as good as the strawberry, but still quite nice. "No chestnuts. I'm allergic. Every other nut is fine, but not those."

"Noted. I also insist that we refrain from sexual activity while in each other's bodies. It's a consent issue, you understand."

Hatter chuckles.

"Not a problem," he says. He gestures a lazy hand down Chisiya's form, "Nobody wants this anyways."

"I also request that we remain civil—that means we respect our new bodies and refrain from intentional harm," Chisiya frowns, "No chestnuts for you, no more punches for me."

"Sounds reasonable. Boring, but reasonable."

"And, finally," Chisiya says, employing a dramatic pause to enhance the seriousness of his final rule, "we have to maintain the illusion that nothing is wrong. If people find out we've switched bodies, it's likely to cause problems."

"That's putting it lightly," Hatter comments. He drops a blueberry into Chisiya's open mouth and chews thoughtfully, "There's a lot you don't know about me, about this place. How long until the meeting with the other Executives?"

"Ten minutes."

Hatter sighs. That's barely enough time to get their stories straight, never mind prep him for the meeting. And, as much as the idea upsets him, he'll have toearn a few things about Chisiya, too.

He rolls up Chisiya's sleeves and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Well, I guess that'll just have to do."

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Chapter 2 is going to be the meeting from Chisiya's POV. Will they manage to make it through the whole thing without blowing their secret? Are Kuina and Aguni onto them? Are Hatter and Chisiya going to end up as unlikely friends through this bizarre bonding experience?

...You'll just have to wait and see...

#writings and such #alice in borderland fanfic #alice in borderland #spicy boy #danma takeru #hatter #chisiya shuntaro #its vey difficult writing body swap so hopefully this all makes sense #the scissors scene was the first thing i thought of when i got this prompt lmao

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lev1athantwins2 · 11 months

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okay i have sodden pulse’s dance routine down, singles in the cut below! (pls dont let this flop this took 5 days to do lmao)

this is the duo dance these two would do when their party towers combine and form one giant party tower that shoots out confetti! i’ve combined both of their dancing styles and added a unique twist to it. hope you all like it! :)

Step 1) Murmadia and Xiphias turn outwards opposite of each other and clap their hands.

Step 2) They both then turn inwards and hop their legs x1 on each side.

Step 3) They roll their hips back and forth from side to side.

Step 4) Xiphias twirls Murmadia in a circle x3 in a row.

Step 5) Xiphias then tosses Murmadia into the air and then catches her on the way down.

Step 6) Both then face opposite sides again, and bow. They then start all over again from step 1.

#splatoon #splatoonart

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chryblossomjjk · 1 year

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I can already foresee dilf will be SO GOOD

omg hi friend!! tysm!! i really hope you guys enjoy it!! def a challenge bc a lot of the dilf content i love, and im sure you guys love aswell, is sweet n fluffy! this is a bit of a different interpretation of that concept so im kind of afraid that it might not work out to well but idk i like the plot so far!! so could either flop or you guys are going to really enjoy it LMAO PLS DONT GET UR HOPES UP FRIENDS WHAT IF ITS HOT GARBAGE PLS!!!

but idk, something about like a stoic, cold, mysterious dilf intrigues me lol. there will still be fluff ofc bc bby yul is precious and deserves the world lol. she is everything to him yall like his heart is 99% her fr

but yeah def few dark themes here. the really heavy one is mostly subtext though. it’s never explicitly stated, other than in the warnings obvi but yeah. also trying to branch out a bit with my writing. i feel like the two interpretations ive done of kook have been fairly similar, so hoping this will be an exciting change of pace for your guys!

still having a hard time w miss oc though!! i don’t think she’s going to be as big of a personality or presence as the other two. like she’s in it and we’re seeing from her pov but i think this is a more jk focused fic yk?

also angst is my fav theme if you couldn’t tell RIP but i promise ill try to alternate so im not just hitting yall with depression at all times lmao. next fic is chatroom, which is super light hearted and fun. it’s for the nerds LMAO lots of anime talk 😌✌️

ANYWAYS LMAO LET ME STOP RAMBLING THANK YOU FOR BEING SWEET AND ENCOURAGING ILY LOTS

#anon #ALSO I FULLY LIED TO YOU GUYS #FORGOT THIS WEEKEND WAS A HOLIDAY LMAO #thinking i can have an official teaser up next week #most likely friday #BRO #I ALREADY KNOW WHAT SCENE IM GLONG TO USE #AND YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO KILL HIM LMAO #and me #but ily anyways

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magicwithineleteo · 2 years

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tinkerbell and the great fairy rescue liveblog!!

- i’ve actually seen this movie a few times but i remember the plot vaguely

- i love how each movie happens in the transition of each season

- THEY HAVE DIFFERENT OUTFITS EACH MOVIE I LOVE THAT FOR THEM

- TERENCE MY MAN HES HERE

- apparently he’s not a regular now :(

- BLAZE IS BACK I WON

- yaassss

- TINK DONT BE A DUMBASS AND FOLLOW THE HUMANS THATS THE ONE FUCKING RULE

- vidia isn’t mean she’s right. don’t go close to the fawking HUMANS

- oh god the dad. he’s a flop i remember him being a traitor

- why did he let his kid go to the meadow alone? she looks 9

- how does silvermist be a water fairy and manage to not get wet?? if being wet makes their wings not work, how does it not constantly happen to her? and she’s not immune to it bc i’m pretty sure it happens to her later on in the movie

- my conclusion is that it only happens when they get soaked w water, not if a drop falls on them. thank u

- how did the kid manage to be right ab the fairies painting the butterfly wings 😭

- what a nice little house for the fairies she made. i wish tink wouldn’t go in it like a FOOL

- okay vidia is right she’s not a bitch she’s just blunt

- can’t believe tink let herself get kidnapped by a little house made by a human, what a gullible little fairy. jk she’s curious! curiosity kills the cat me thinks. poor cat :(

- so true vidia

- AW FUCK

- NO THE DOOR IS STUCK

- WHY DOES TINK NOT BELIEVE HER

- SHE ALWAYS DOES THIS

- that lil girl must be so excited while tink is so scared

- NO DONT SHOW UR STUPID DAD HES A FLOP LATER ON

- oh her name is lizzie

- thank god the dad is stupid and doesn’t look

- HE TRAPPED THE FUCKING BUTTERFLY YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SHIT

- HUMANS ARE MONSTERS

- I HATE US I WISH I WAS A FAIRY

- so true lizzie is smart to not show her dad tink after that

- NO THE CAT SHADOW IS SO MENACING PLS CAT

- AW HELL NO WHAT KIND OF CAT

- I LOVE CATS BUT THIS ONE SUCKS

- vidia watching the whole time, shows that she does care ab tink <3

- MR TWITCHED THE MURDEROUS CAT

- WHY IS SHE IN A CAGE

- oh she unlocked it

- ok maybe tink x vidia makes more sense now

- nvm unlocking the cage doesn’t do shit

- this is the first time i genuinely feel bad for her

- yas vidia go

- nvm she can’t

- oh she is

- oh she fell

- nvm

- good job vidia telling everyone so true

- aw vidia cares!!

- okay i’m gonna stop live-blogging for now so i can eat an ice cream sandwich. i’m still gonna watch tho

- i’m back and while i watched while eating i saw that vidia was sad when the fairies all did a handshake thing and that made me sad

- anyways now they’re going to rescue tink in their boat while tink is chilling w lizzie

- i like how some of them are british

- I KNEW SHE WAS 9

- she’s asking so many questions

- tink would be good at charades

- this is so cute , the best day of lizzie’s life

- fawn is so pretty

- A WATERFALL SHIT

- “ROSETTA COME GRAB MY FEET” “what” LMAO

- YAASSS SILVERMIST MY WATER FAIRY QUEEN SHE SAVED THEM FROM DEATH

- oh they’re all unconscious nvm

- LOL THEYRE FUNNY

- i like how he’s scottish . i forgot his name

- bobby is his name he’s scottish

- holy shit how’d she make a pop up pixie hollow

- what a talented child lizzie is

- aw she’s letting her go

- lizzie’s gonna grow up and tell her grandkids this story bc of how unreal it is

- doesn’t she get captured by the dad why is she free

- oh nvm she watching lizzie telling her dad

- what a rude dad

- lizzie’s gonna need therapy when she’s older

- wait is tink going back

- big mistake made by tink part 2

- part 1 being going into a human made fairy house

- no don’t fix the leaks are u crazy

- ah the iconic rosetta scene

- she’s a mood

- will vidia accept friendship now is this the scene

- OH HELL A FUCKING TRUCK

- YAS IRIDESSA

- SO TRUE FAWN BIG BRAIN

- how do people fall asleep so quickly i could never

- tink don’t be a dumb bitch and fix the leaks

- phew i don’t think she does that

- oh so he does care ab his daughter

- NO SHE IS GOING TO FIX THE LEAKS

- BIG MISTAKE MADE BY TINK PART 3

- poor butterfly :(

- aw that’s sweet

- oh tink released the butterfly

- this dad is such an asshole

- fuck u dad ur a piece of shit

- aw poor vidia she is regretful

- they’re so sweet i love them i wish i had irls like them

- tink is now lizzie’s therapist

- i wish i was a fairy too, lizzie

- oh to be covered in pixie dust by a fairy and fly around my bedroom

- SHIT THE MURDEROUS CAT IS BACK

- LMAO THE CAT IS FLYING??

- the dad is such an asshole. SUCH AN ASSHOLE

- YOU ASSHOLE BITCH DUMB FUCK IDIOT I HATE YOU DAD GO SUCK AN EGG

- OMG VIDIA SACRIFICED HERSELF FOR TINK OKAY I SEE THE SHIP I LIKE THE SHIP

- the fate of their lives is in the hands of a 9yo flying to london

- i miss terence

- okay i’m lowk tired of this movie i’m glad there’s only 15 minutes left

- LMAO MS PERKINS

- vidia being concerned for tink <3 okay i ship them now enemies to lovers

- vidia is a lesbian it’s canon

- i’m glad tink isn’t annoying in this movie, just lowk stupid

- is dad gonna get a redemption arc or

- omg they’re making him fly now

- aww he did get a redemption

- yay vidia has friends and a gf now

- awww they’re really cute

- good for the dad and daughter

- OMG VIDIA AND TINK R HAVING A TEA PARTY

- OH LIZZIE IS HERE TOO

- AND THE DAD??

- awww now he’s spending time w her :)

- BLAZE MY BABY

- OH THEYRE ALL HAVING A TEA PARTY AND THEY ALL MADE HER A FLOWER CROWN

- MURDEROUS CAT YOU LEAVE CHEESE THE MOUSE ALONE

- they’re listening to the dad read her book :’)

- TERENCE

- MY BAE IS HERE I WON

- what a sweet ending

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so i liked this one a lot, i’ve watched it a lot so knowing what happens lowk ruined it but i like it!! i think it’s my second favorite, the first being the lost treasure movie :D

#soha (re)watches tinkerbell

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